My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them

They are not stars They are no superhero They are not stars They are no superhero

Painting Our minds, Guiding our thoughts. Painting Our minds, Guiding our thoughts.

Thank you teacher for... Thank you teacher for...

Death Death

It was the most wonderful place Where I learned to participate in every race It was the most wonderful place Where I learned to participate in every race